Page 16 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

I moan into the mattress and grab onto the sheets. “Yes.”

Oh, Goddess…

“Mine.” Aiden leans over me, both of his arms coming down to trap me. His face is buried in my hair, deep breaths coming in and out of him in soft growls. “Your body, your pleasure. They belong to me, Raine.”

“Yes, alpha,” I plead back.

My entire body is lit on fire, colors dancing wildly on the insides of my eyelids. His thrusting is relentless, his hips pounding into me hard and fast, making it a challenge for me to keep my ass arched up into him.

I do it though—I want to be perfect for my alpha to enjoy. I never thought I’d be taken like this—like Aiden’s been biting at the bit to finally be inside of me, as if he’s been waiting all night to do this.

Maybe he has. Maybe I’m all he’d been thinking about the entire night at the ball and he left early because he couldn’t stand being separated anymore.

Goddess, I hope so. I’ll do anything to keep him.

That’s what a good mate does, after all.

My orgasm takes me by surprise, choking me until I can hardly breathe. I hold on for dear life as he rides me through it, not letting up at all until I’m collapsing down onto the bed as my body shakes.

He holds me there, his knee digging between my legs to part them farther in order to drive deeper into me. I feel myself splitting in two, the pain mixing with the pleasure so sweetly that it brings tears to my eyes.

They stream down my face as I’m rocked into another orgasm. He’s relentless, not stopping for a single second to let me catch my breath.

“Who am I, Raine?” he demands, getting a good grip on my hair. He yanks my head back with a quick snap, forcing my head upfrom the mattress. Tears stream down my face and tickle my jaw and neck—the pleasure all-encompassing.

Overwhelming.

I love it.

It’s too much.

I need more.

A sob leaves me. I never want this to end; it feels like heaven.

“Who. Am. I?” he asks again, yanking hard enough to hurt.

“My alpha…”

“Louder.”

“My alpha!”

“Good girl.” He lets go of my head, letting me flop back down onto the mattress, and slams his hips home, filling me with heat that leaks out of me with his shallow thrusts.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

My body shakes as I pull in a lungful of air, my skin wet from sweat.

Aiden’s hands come down to rest on either side of me, his body hovering over mine while he pants against the back of my head. He doesn’t lower himself to kiss me, or nuzzle me, but that’s okay.

All of this is so new for both of us. These overwhelming feelings are a jumbled mess that seems to crash and ebb with no sign of mellowing any time soon.

But honestly, that’s fine with me. I want to live in these chaotic moments with him for as long as I can. With our separation very close on the horizon. I’m worried about how we’ll handle being apart. So for now, I’ll take whatever I can get with him.

I hope this lasts forever.

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